Still Sittin' Here (All-Star Remix)

[Hook: Fekky]

I'm just sitting here

Doing what I do (shut up)

Smoking on a big fat zoot

I heard they wanna make a move (come on den)

You must be blood

I've got that ting and it goes bang

Bu bu bang bang bang

Bu bu bang bang bang

[Verse 1: Meridian Dan]

Cause I'm sitting here, fam, where you sitting?

There's no way that I can stop spitting

On my downfall man keep wishing

And I don't wanna make any man go missing

I'm still sitting here

Doing what I do

Can't catch me on the high roads tripping

Rudeboy ting, I'm German Whipping

[Verse 2: Tempa T]

Provoking the war, provoking the war

But when it gets peak, they don't really want beef

Man wanna set up on street with his nine

When he gets slapped, he's calling police

They ain't making no noise

"I was just sittin' here", not gonna take that

They ain't making no noise

When I boy off the ting, boy boy boy boy boy boy

They ain't making no noise (BOY!)

They ain't making no noise (BOY!)

They ain't making no noise

[Verse 3: Skepta]

I've been sitting here before my name was Skepta

Before I got signed to the label

Man said they're still sitting here

Them man must be sitting on a different table

Any song that I'm on, that bangs

And my bars kick just like Liu Kang

Anytime you see the king's crown on my head

Look with your eyes and not with your hands

[Verse 4: Jammer]

Tell a pussyhole I'm on a million

Been doing this since Palace Pavilion

Sets with Eskiboy and Dizzee on

D Double E, Kano on the sticky joint

Tell 'em reload den da da diddy ba

Because the mandem are murking

Me and my Gs and we're out here doing this ting

Still sitting here, everything's live O

[Verse 5: D Double E]

Oh my

Bluku bluku

Ain't got time for law and order

Listen clear and follow my order

Lick a man down and then cross the border

All my man dem are well out of order

All my man dem are ill and gully

Body get left at the bottom of the gully

Man will get wrapped up just like mummy

Even mami

[Hook: Fekky]

I'm just sitting here

Doing what I do (shut up)

Smoking on a big fat zoot

I heard they wanna make a move (come on den)

You must be blood

I've got that ting and it goes bang

Bu bu bang bang bang

Bu bu bang bang bang

[Verse 6: Jme]

Man's sitting in the exact same seat

That I sat in when I said "shut ya mout"

In '06, when I touch mic

They're like "oh shit", raw

You can't make Ps if you spit so poor

Like bare dead MCs back in '04

Where are they now? Ask Terminator

"They're not around no more"

[Verse 7: Chip]

Yeah, they're not around no more

They're clapped off, no round of applause

Everybody gets runs in the game

I don't know how to hate, let a nigga have yours

It's a new day, I'm in a new place

Can't win today's race with yesterday's awards

You don't really want Chipmunk back on this ting

I'll smash my plaques on the floor

Like 'fuck the fame'

Take note, you can't keep the change

Kill man off in like 16

Fool like that for your numbers game, oi, what you saying?

You ain't been the grime scene saviour or the Boy In Da Corner

So what do you call it, what do we call ya?

Sittin' here on the "Sittin' Here" remix though

I'm getting back to the lab, Frisco

[Verse 8: Frisco]

I come thru like ya dun know

Man have upped the ting dem by the tonne-load

No roadrunner but I run road, I'm just sittin' here

Niggas don't wanna get silly here

Me, I'm out here like a traffic warden

Moncler top with the matching Jordans

For boredom I kill MCs for media

You man give me joke like an Inbetweener

[Verse 9: Tinchy Stryder]

Yo Fekky, I need more

I need more than an eight, give me eight more

I'm like an automatic gun with rounds

While dem man are jamming like a rebore

In fact, I'm a liar, the king eight-liner

From tings in boots to the gun fingers

To the Stryder, Stryder, who's that Stryder?

Spray ill, sick as saliva

[Verse 10: Kano]

Fuck your Prada and Margiela

I'm old school like sarsaparilla

Gucci loafers with no socks

No typo but that's mark error

I break down features, a bar legend

Pissing on beats, I'll R Kell-em

In MC terms, I'm R9

But hold tight to all of them R7s

[Hook 2: Fekky & Kano]

I'm just sitting here

In your bitch's Mini Coop'

She's sitting on this big bamboo

Rolled up on her BF like "fam"

You must be blood

I've got that ting and it goes bang

Bu bu bang bang bang

Bu bu bang bang bang

[Verse 11: Kano]

My new flow

You might see my face on the television

Or in a bait rave with Ace bottles spinning

And I came with my A game, no date but it's dinner

Fekky gave me an eight and I ate up the riddim